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Candace enters her room and finds the candy bag in her drawer. She feels a pinky red slowly crawling through her neck till her cheeks. Last night she was sitting on her bed and reading a book while eating those candies. She didn't enjoy the reading since it turned into a boring love story. Her focus slightly shifted to the candies, the familiar smell was spreading around her, their coffee flavored taste, the slippery feeling they left in her tongue...

He knew her temper and once she got angry she could kill him without a second thought. Don't get it wrong Sabrina was sweet but when she got angry the world would suffer. After saying those words he gave her some ice cream to calm her down and it always worked every single time. "you are lucky you know that." "Anyway how is you girlfriend. When can I see her again." Johnny was her partner in crime. every time they were together she felt carefree and relaxed around him. She looked at him and hoped that he could live a happy life. ***FLASHBACK****

Laura - The house in the suburbs The kiss that awakens me is sweet. Hot lips slip cleanly over the skin of my nape, igniting a thrilling amount of pleasure. I’m in no mood for sex, but his touch offers another form of delight I’ll gladly take. A sense of peace washes over me, rinsing away everything bad; my bleak existence; the fear that takes hold every morning when I see that I'm alive.

I thought to myself. I pulled out the chair and sat down, rolling it around a bit to get into tune. But there was not anything different. It was just a chair and a table. Curiously, I opened the first drawer, but it was just filled with papers. The second was filled with stationery, and the third left me in surprise. It was filled with sweets. A little piece of paper sat neatly on top. I picked it up and opened it. “Something told me you would snoop, so I am just trying to explain why these sweets are here. My blood sugar reduces often while working for long hours, so these are here to help for such times. You can take some for yourself. I promise they are good,” the note read.

It was just as sweet as the iced candy canes back then. In his life, it seems that there were only two times of sweetness, but these two times of sweetness can wash away a lot of the bitterness of life. With just one glance, he was mesmerized by her. Byron was right, Sin City was a lot prettier and more interesting than Serena, but he knew very well that no one would ever again feed him ice lollies when he was covered in filth, or ask him to drink milk when his life was in danger.

Rebecca stands at the top of the stairs, just inches from where I halted with one of her sweetest smiles plastered to her pretty face. “I have something for you,” she says in that sickly sweet tone that drives me insane. The thing about Rebecca, besides her being the Beta's daughter and Ace’s girlfriend, is that her sweetness is saccharine. It’s fake and too sweet then leaves you with a bitterness on your tongue and in your soul. It’s like she is trying too hard to win Miss Congeniality in a beauty contest.

He smiled and looked back at me with his eyes gleaming brightly. He looked really happy but I was wondering how anyone would like to see me immediately after I wake up. I mean I always look like a ghost. He's being sarcastic, right? I asked myself as I looked back at him but all I see is seriousness but with a smile on his face. HE LOVES ME!!! My brain just finally registered this! I can be really slow at times. Me????? Lawrence Basma loves me. Ahh, my heart can't take it.

"I have a lot of female readers who will not be thrilled with a grave sort of character who enjoyed perusing a poem to his sweetheart and committed to her eternally. That sounds like it might be rather dull, doesn't it? He wasn't trying to get Estela's opinion, yet his remarks affected her. Estela realized that her husband, Peter, had been the "sullen" type of person that Michael Jensen had depicted, right down to reading poetry to her (his poetry). The man across from her would never be able to commit to another person with the same level of sincerity that Peter had committed to her.

I asked, exasperatedly. Adrian took a step closer to me, closing the little distance between us. His wet arms grazed my exposed ones and I looked up to meet his gaze. He easily towered over me with his height and made me feel small. This close proximity to him made my heart flutter, and a bundle of excitement clustered in my stomach. His exacting eyes seeped into mine; his warm breath fanned my face, filling my nostrils with the smell of mint and cinnamon. His eyes flickered to my lips, and his eyes darkened as I ran my tongue over my lower lip.

Katherine growled in her throat in a rather scary voice: "I thought you didn't like this dish?" Katherine's words surprised Freddy. He never thought she would respond like that. Because it is not in line with the standards of behavior of people working in the service industry. Freddy looked disappointed even though the sly smile at the corner of his lips was evident. He slowly placed the napkin on the table and looked Katherine straight in the eye: "I had high hopes for this meal, but it was nothing like I had imagined. Isn't this restaurant called Home Sweet Home? Then why can't I feel any warmth and sweetness of that family?"